Jian Lanshan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, a look of absolute, uncontainable fanaticism surging in the depths of his eyes.
This peerless sword Dao that could completely annihilate even spiritual energy was something he had never seen before, not even in the Sword Tomb that the Taishang Sword Sect had worshipped for millions of years!
If he could claim such an opportunity for himself, breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage would be just around the corner.
He turned his head extremely slowly.
His cold, gloomy eyes, looking as if they were regarding a stray dog by the roadside, finally fell upon Gu Yang's tall and straight figure, clad in coarse gray linen.
There was no spiritual energy leaking out, nor any magical treasures protecting his body.
In this old monster's perception, the young man before him was like a dull, gray stone devoid of any threat.
Gu Yang did not speak.
His abyss-like black eyes held no ripples, merely gazing with extreme calmness at Jian Lanshan suspended in mid-air.
In his sea of consciousness.
The seventh-tier Dao Platform, with its seven exquisite apertures, silently and frantically circulated at this moment.
The world before Gu Yang's eyes was instantly stripped of its colors and superficial appearances.
Beneath Jian Lanshan's seemingly transcendent and immortal-like frost-white Dharma robe.
Countless extremely complex blood-red threads, representing karma and slaughter, were tightly entangled around his Golden Core like a messy ball of hemp.
And among them was an extremely hidden karma thread, exuding bone-piercing extreme cold and twisted sword intent.
In the incredibly faint instant it touched Gu Yang's line of sight, it emitted an extremely familiar homologous fluctuation.
The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips pressed together ever so slightly into a cold, straight line.
It was exactly the same as the sword intent that had killed Deacon Wang of the Alchemy Hall.
Without the slightest deviation.
The temperature in the air, with Jian Lanshan's descent, was plummeting below the freezing point at an extremely violent speed.
A layer of extremely blinding frost condensed on the dead, black scorched earth.
The chilling air was like countless white venomous snakes flicking their tongues, slithering along the cracks in the ground, madly and insidiously spreading toward Gu Yang's ankles.
Jian Lanshan hovered high above in mid-air.
Those sharp, gloomy triangular eyes, like those of a vulture, quickly regained the extremely deep calculation of an old fox after a brief moment of fanaticism.
He did not attack immediately.
In this dog-eat-dog cultivation world, old monsters who managed to live to the peak of the late Core Formation stage were most afraid of capsizing in a gutter.
The young man in coarse gray linen before him had no spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever, looking exactly like a mortal.
But the poison peak that had been brutally wiped out by half, and the lingering destructive sword intent in the air that made even his soul tremble, were frantically issuing a fatal warning.
You look quite unfamiliar, sir.
Jian Lanshan's shriveled lips moved slightly, his voice sounding like two blocks of ten-thousand-year-old profound ice grating harshly against each other.
He deliberately put on the superior air of a core elder of the Taishang Sword Sect, yet his tone carried an extremely hidden probe.
Such shocking residual sword intent could never come from a nameless nobody. May I ask which sect you hail from? Perhaps you even share some origin with my Taishang Sword Sect.
The old fox was throwing out bait.
If the other party was a hidden genius with a strong background, he would naturally declare his sect.
If the other party was just a rogue cultivator who had dumb luck and picked up an ancient inheritance, then he would not hesitate to skin him alive and pull out his tendons.
Gu Yang did not reply.
Like an eternally unmoving gray demon god, his abyssal black eyes stared with extreme coldness at the old man in mid-air.
The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips twitched ever so slightly.
There was no anger, no hatred, only the absolute coldness of a hunter who had confirmed the coordinates of his prey.
Three months ago, Outer Sect of the Falling Cloud Sect, Blood Moon Ridge.
Gu Yang spat out these few words extremely slowly, his voice completely flat, like an emotionless corpse stating a fact.
That Taishang Absolute Cold Sword Qi that precisely pierced Deacon Wang's heart meridian...
Gu Yang paused for half a breath, his black eyes devoid of any human emotion pinned dead on Jian Lanshan's face.
It was thirty percent more composed than this probing aura you are releasing right now.
Jian Lanshan's gloomy triangular eyes violently contracted to the size of pinpricks the very instant he heard the words Falling Cloud Sect!
Countless extremely vicious thoughts flashed through the old fox's mind in an instant.
That blood-red karma hidden beneath layers of conspiracy was brutally yanked out into the open by this single sentence.
Falling Cloud Sect... Blood Moon Ridge...
The transcendent and immortal-like demeanor on Jian Lanshan's face instantly twisted and tore apart at this moment, like a painting splashed with sulfuric acid.
He stared fixedly at Gu Yang's handsome yet iron-hard face, finally overlapping the face before him with the bait in the intelligence files who had his cultivation crippled and was thrown into a dead zone.
I was wondering who it was... So it's you, that scapegoat of a stray dog!
Jian Lanshan laughed out of extreme anger, his laughter as piercing as a night owl's.
Gu Yang! You actually didn't die in the spatial turbulence, and even had the dumb luck to obtain such an ancient sword Dao inheritance!
Having confirmed his identity, the last shred of apprehension in Jian Lanshan's heart completely vanished into thin air.
An abandoned pawn of the Falling Cloud Sect, a scapegoat with no background.
So what if he had obtained a heaven-shaking inheritance?
In the face of absolute realm suppression, this would only be a peerless grand gift extremely generously delivered into the hands of him, Jian Lanshan, by the Heavenly Dao!
Since your life is tough and you didn't die completely, then today, this old man will show great mercy and send you on your way once again!
Jian Lanshan wasted no more words; his killing intent erupted explosively like a breached dam!
Boom!!!
The terrifying coercion of the peak late Core Formation stage, like a hundred thousand icebergs, brutally smashed down directly from thousands of feet in the air!
The air within a radius of several miles was violently and forcibly emptied in this instant.
The sky full of grayish-white miasma was instantly frozen into countless sharp ice blades, madly strangling toward Gu Yang along with the coercion.
This was an unreserved realm suppression.
In Jian Lanshan's common sense, for an early Core Formation cultivator facing the coercion lock of a peak late Core Formation cultivator, even moving a finger was an extremely extravagant fantasy.
They could only kneel on the ground in extreme humiliation, their Golden Core forcefully crushed by the vast spiritual pressure.
However.
The extremely cruel smile on Jian Lanshan's face completely froze on his withered cheeks in the next breath.
The terrifying coercion, like a hundred thousand icebergs, in the incredibly faint instant it approached within three feet of Gu Yang.
Crack...
An extremely tiny yet scalp-numbing shattering sound rang out.
There was no explosion of spiritual energy clashing, nor any earth-shattering roar.
Jian Lanshan's divine sense coercion, enough to crush a mountaintop, was like crashing into a terrifying abyss that simply had no bottom.
Gu Yang did not even bat an eyelid.
Deep within his dantian, that Extreme Dao Dark Gold Demonic Core, as heavy as Mount Tai and covered with eight Hell-Suppressing Demonic Runes, merely rotated on its axis extremely slowly by a ten-thousandth of a revolution.
An absolute gravitational force, with a mass so colossal it was enough to distort the physical laws of this world, explosively surged out of his body!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—
The sky full of sharp ice blades strangling toward him, along with that extremely arrogant late-stage coercion.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
